Never employ me for this, never. Immense enjoyment for myself I'm sure, but I'm so easily swayed by other peoples ideas on such inconsequential matters such as entertainment that I wouldn't take my word for it, but here is my:
(actually, I'm even stealing other people's opinions to make this - pitiful! - and WARNING, teensy little spoiler amidst this, so I wouldn't read on if you're into all that unaffected watching)
I watch films for their cinematography. So if you're like me and a good plot line comes 4th down the line also underneath actor's mannerisms and general swagger, then: watch it.
Not saying that the plot is bad, in no way - though I haven't read the book, and don't know its charm.
This time Baz seems to go again for his typical vibrant and vividly encapsulating start, which winds down to something a little more sombre. The colours were AMAZING, and the soundtrack brilliantly incongruent to what we believe of the 20s - yet cast a tremendous mood.
If you're bonkers for a happy ending I'd read the synopsis before you go.
I was sitting next to one such girl who was giggling, "wow"-ing and wide-eyed throughout the whole film, yet exclaimed at the ending; "that's stupid!". And I guess if happiness was a supermarket item I would have been severely let down. But who would we be talking to? Luhrmann or Fitzgerald? Errgh meh, literature and film are two very different mediums in which to present a story.
Design-student me throughout the whole film: I want to be a costume designer! I want a letterpress studio! I want a 20s party! I want to do a film internship! I want to be a gentleman in a white tux with gold signet rings and say "Ol' Sport"! No, I want to be Carey Mulligan!